The Spoonbill Generator

The Providence Networks

Thistly waysides line the primrose path of dalliance [Anon.]

Networks, forkings on and on, like neurons and synapses [Francine]

I should be bravely working, fighting the good fight [Randy]

But I am led astray by thistly waysides and primrose paths of dalliance [F]

There is total insignificance in the fall of a sparrow [Anon.]

And only slight meaning in the arc of an arrow. [Dassn't Say]

So why, fool, do you weep for the slain morning lark? [anon]

When your own soul is naked and stark [baoloa]

A lark, a lark, my kingdom for a lark [Randy]

And yet must I tread those thistly waysides which line [F]

the primose paths, upon which many a dalliance is launched. [Karin ]

What cosmic joked has been played on me and mine? [please end me]

Contributors: Anon., Francine, Randy, F, Dassn't Say, anon, baoloa, Karin, please end me.
Poem finished: 3rd August 2003.